Frozen pond
with face of blue
iced and rigid
in the night
winter’s spell
upon it’s skin
even when
the sun shines bright
more warm than death
more cool than life
trapped
in
love’s eternal frost
emerald castles torn from earth
thrash above us
violently
beasts and belles
together fly
like sparrows
in her rageful eye
though mother’s mouth
is strong as steal
it wilts and dies
like you and I
when things come down
we’ll rest with her
in satin sheets
so tenderly
“The Storm” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
seductive syrupy sea
embraces heavily
crimson encircles the body slowly
how sweet
to dream
indefinitely
“Sea of Poppies” by Meaghan Merrifield
“Poppies II” by Marta Wakula-Mac
More of Marta’s Artwork here:
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To Hear Her
it all returns.
the dark room,
the shrinking veins,
the strong, rageful pumping at her center
it travels like wind
here and then gone
waking and sleeping on a clock of it’s own
Hearing Her by Angie Hoover- Hillhouse
I wrote this several months after my girlfriend broke up with me in 2004. It’s probably published in my high school livejournal along with other evidence of teenage angst. We all used to feel our feelings very publicly in those days. I’m sure I wrote this hoping that she would contact me out of pity. Now I’m marrying a man, and she’s teaching english to impoverished Ecuadorian children.
Artwork by Leigh Viner
Leigh’s Etsy Shop here:
“Swallowed by the Dragon” Excerpt by Angie Hoover
I churned with the black in the belly of this beast. Swaying in bile as thick and dark as the oil of the Earth. After some time, I stopped swimming and sank. How peaceful it felt to stop clawing at the walls of her stomach. staying afloat was not worth the struggle. I would drop into her deep. I’d get smaller and smaller and then I would melt. I’d be liquid in liquid. Blood in blood.
Artwork by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
This came to me like a comforting memory. I don’t know what that says about me. I almost feel like it is a complete work because it has such a clear beginning and end in my own mind.
See more of Angie’s posts here:
https://theshowtellproject.wordpress.com/category/angie/poetry-angie/
the bitter kiss of compromise
stained your lips and stole your voice
you’re a stranger I’m a ghost
and i can’t reach through all your noise
I’d float through all our clouds of smoke
That’s if I felt I had a choice
Every morning I feel older
dark nights crawl, and warm days race
you’re so black and I’m too blue
our bed is such a lonely place
Every day we wake up dry
in fields too brown for rain to save
sleep in weeds until we die
sleep in weeds until we die
Time will bury girls and boys
paint their minds then blow away
I was bright and you were new
I was a poem yesterday
now cut my skin or kiss my mouth
The notes I sing are always gray
and every time you looked at me
My eyes were hard
My eyes were drained
My eyes were nothing much
My Eyes by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
This song is about my relationship with my first live-in boyfriend after we grew tired of each other. I just remember scrubbing plates in our kitchen thinking, everything in my life is losing color but at least I can look out the window while it happens. Years after we broke up, I started working on an album and wanted to capture that feeling in a song., but the chords I wrote felt very repetitive and didn’t really capture the mood accurately, so I scrapped the project.
Untitled Sketch drawn while listening to Kid A
by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
His ruined ears can hear no truth
His soiled hands can share no warmth
I know his eyes seem soft at times
but they’ll steal what’s good in you
you’re just his fool
you’re just his fool
dance a jig to make him laugh
you’re just his fool
his loyal fool
Good Old Captain Crow
Your pity gets the best of you
that crooked fool you see is you
i know he’s lonesome, lost, and blind
but you can’t bring him back to life
“Captain Crow” from unfinished musical titled A Woman Made Cold
& Partial Portrait of a Man by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
More of Angie’s poetry here:
https://theshowtellproject.wordpress.com/category/angie/poetry-angie/